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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.