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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.