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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.