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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.