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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.