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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.