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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.