Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.