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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.