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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.