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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.