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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.