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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.