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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.