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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.