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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.