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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.