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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
the Swans,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.