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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.