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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.