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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
June Days,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.