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 India and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.