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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.