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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.