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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.