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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.