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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Fear,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.