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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Yaz,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.