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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.