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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.