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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.