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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.