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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.