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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.