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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.