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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.