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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.