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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.