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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.