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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.