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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.