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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.