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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nico,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.