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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.