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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Index to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.