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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.