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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.