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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sam Rivers 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Mars,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.