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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.