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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.