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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.