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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.