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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Nas,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.