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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Visage,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.