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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.