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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.