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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.