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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.