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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.