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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Make Up,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
New Order,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.