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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.