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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.