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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.