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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.