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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.