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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.