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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.