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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.