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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.