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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.