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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Television,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.