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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
UT,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.