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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.