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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.