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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.