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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.