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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.