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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.