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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.