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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.