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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.