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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.