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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.