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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.