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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.