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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Index,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.