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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.