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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.