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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.