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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.