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 India and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.