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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.