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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.