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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.