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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.