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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.