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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.