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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.