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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.