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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.