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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
MDC,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.