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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.