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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.