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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
June Days,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.