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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.