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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.