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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.