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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Television,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.