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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Wire,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.