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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.