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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.