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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.