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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.