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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.