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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.