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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.