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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.