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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.