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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.