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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.