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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.