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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.