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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.