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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.