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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.