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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.