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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.