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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.