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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.