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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.