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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.