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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.