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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Human League,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Faust,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.