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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.