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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.