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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.