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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.