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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
AZ,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.