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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.