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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.