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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.