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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.