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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Organ,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.