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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.