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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.