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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.