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 Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.