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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Slave,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.