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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.