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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Das Ding,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
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.