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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.