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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.