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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.