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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.