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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
10cc,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.