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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.