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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.