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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.