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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.