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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.