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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.