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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.