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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Selecter,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.