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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Index,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.