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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.