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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.