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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.