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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.