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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.