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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.