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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.