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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.