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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.