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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.