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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Wire,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.