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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.