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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.