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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.