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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.