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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
June Days,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.