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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.