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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.