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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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