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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.