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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Wake,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.