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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
10cc,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.