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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.