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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.