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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.