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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.