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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.