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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.