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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.