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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.