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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.