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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.