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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.