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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.