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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.