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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Index,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.