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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.