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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Index,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.