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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.