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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
UT,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.