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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.