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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.