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 Niger 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.