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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.