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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.