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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.