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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.