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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.