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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
CMW,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.