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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.