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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.