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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
10cc,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.