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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.