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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Visage,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.