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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.