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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.