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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.