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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Swans,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.