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 Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Brick,
DNA,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.