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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.