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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Magma,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.