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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Index,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.