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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.