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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 UT to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.