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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.