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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
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 The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
UT,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.