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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.