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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.