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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.