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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.