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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.