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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.