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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
UT,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.