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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.