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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Brick,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.