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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.