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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.