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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.