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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
New Order,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.