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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Swans,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.