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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Crime,
Organ,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.