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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Monks to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.