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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.