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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.