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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.