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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.