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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.