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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.