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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.