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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.