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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
New Order,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.