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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.