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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.