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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.