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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Cymande 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.