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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.