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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.