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 Belize 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.