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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.