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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.