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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.