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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.