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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.