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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.