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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.