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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.