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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.