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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.