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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.