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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.