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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Television,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.