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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.