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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.