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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.