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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.