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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.