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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Oneida,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.