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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.