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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.