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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.