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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.