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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.