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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.