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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.