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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.