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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Q65,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Wire,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.