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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.