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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.