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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.