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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.