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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faust to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.