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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.