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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.