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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.