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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.