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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.