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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.