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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.