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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.