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 India and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.