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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.