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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.