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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.