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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.