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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.