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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.