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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.