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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.