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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Nas,
the Human League,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.