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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Crime,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.