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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
AZ,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.