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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.