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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Television,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.