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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
The Move,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.