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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.