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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.