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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.