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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 808 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.