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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Organ,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.