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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.