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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.