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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.