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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.