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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
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.