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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.