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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.