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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.