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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Smog,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.