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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.