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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.