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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.