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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.