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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.