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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.