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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.