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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.