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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Can,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.