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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Wings,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.