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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.