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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
MC5,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.