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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
10cc,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.