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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.