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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.