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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.