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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.