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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.