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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.