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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.