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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Swans,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Index,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.