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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.