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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.