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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
EPMD,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.