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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.