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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 LL Cool J 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.