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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
PIL,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.