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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.