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 Mexico and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
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.