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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.