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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.