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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.