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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.