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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.