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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.