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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.