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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
DNA,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.