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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.