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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Index,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.