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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.