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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.