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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.