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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Jawbox,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.