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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.