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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
10cc,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.