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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.