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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.