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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.