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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.