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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Associates,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.