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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Can,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.