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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.