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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Index,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.