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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.