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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.