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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.