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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.