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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.