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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.