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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.