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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.