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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.