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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.