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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.