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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.