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 India 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.