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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
CMW,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.