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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.