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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
UT,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.