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 Botswana 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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.