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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Move,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.