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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
ABC,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.