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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.