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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Index,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.