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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
the Human League,
UT,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.