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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.