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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.