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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.