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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Q65,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.