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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
John Holt,
Kayak,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.