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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Moebius to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.