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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.