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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.