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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.