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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.