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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.