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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.