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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.