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 Russia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.