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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.