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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.