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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.