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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.