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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.