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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.