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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.