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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.