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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.