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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
MDC,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Technova,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.