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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.