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 New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Litter to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.