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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Pylon,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.