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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.