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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.