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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.