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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.