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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.