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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.