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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.