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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.