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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Hoover,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.