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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.