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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Wire,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.