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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
UT,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.