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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.