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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
UT,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.