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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.