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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.