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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.