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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.