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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.