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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Can,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.