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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.