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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Visage,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.