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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.