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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.