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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Can,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.