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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Slits,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.