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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.