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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.