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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.