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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.