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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.