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 Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.