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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Andrew Hill 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.