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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.