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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Japan,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
AZ,
June Days,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Wire,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.