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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.