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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.