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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.