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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
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.