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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.