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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
UT,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.