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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.