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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.