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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Excepter,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.