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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.