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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.