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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
cv313,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.