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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.