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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.