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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.