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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.