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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.