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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Cluster,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.