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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.