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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.