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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.