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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s 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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.