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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Slackers to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.