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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.