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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.