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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.