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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.