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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.