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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.