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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.