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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.