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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.