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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.