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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Pole,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.