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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Television,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Wire,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.