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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.