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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
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.