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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.