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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.