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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Pole,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.