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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.