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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.