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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.